One, two, three and four

If one is underconfident, insecure or fearful of looking like an ass, one is often quite upset if another shows himself or herself to be smarter, more knowledgable or simply more sensible in comparison to one's own display of general intelligence...what a lot of ones in there eh? See, it's really a couple of my colleagues who annoy me to tears by waiting for me to say something intelligent, then letting five minutes pass before repeating the same funda in their own words, like they just thought it up, out of the blue. So I said "a couple of" and that may have given you the impression that there are two of them. In fact, it's three. No make that four. It's my blog, I have a right to change my mind. Right?
Ok, people here's the deal. If you don't like me saying something smart, say it yourself, before I do. If you simply act the parrot, I'm not impressed. If anything, I feel incredibly sorry for you. Then there are those folk, who will make it a point to indulge in the exact same activity that I just took a liking to. Yes, they may. But just because I started swimming, don't sign up for a pool membership. And just because I said I want to learn the guitar, don't find a friend who claims he'll teach you to play like Eric Clapton within a week. I like individuals. I'm one myself.